"Yaw right, 20 degrees," I commanded my F-22 jet. It complied, and I rocketed away from the incoming missile. It was still on my tail, so I punched the counter-measure button.
Success! The missile exploded behind me. I checked my flight computer to see what my next mission objective was.
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"James, can you tell me what the capital of Greece is?"
"Huh?" I said. That's right, I was still in history class. "Oh, Athens."
"Very good," Mrs. Cartright, my history teacher said. "Try to stay with us. Turn to section six, class."
Section six dealt with more boring stuff about Greece and Athens. We hadn't come to the fun parts of ancient Greece. I wanted to study their military history. But more than that, I wished I could be back in my fighter jet.
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